I first want to say that this is my first official fan fiction...so please have plenty of pity and mercy on me! I will enjoy any feedback you wish to share...as I am new to writing much of anything.
Yes...I know its short...I'll get better at that...I just did'nt want to forget my idea!
J
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The SGC through the eyes of the computer tech…
'Joy…seven work orders today…how can these people do this much to their computers and still have time to go off world? Sigh…why couldn't I have just been assigned to a regular outfit rather than this?' Thoughts about the horrors of the day went through his mind as he walked down the hall to see to the first order of the day.
"Doctor Jackson."
"Sergeant Berg."
"It says here that you need more RAM…you know you already have twice as much as the rest of the base, right?"
"Yes…I know…but I need more…my computer is too slow. The archeology program you made doesn't work anymore. I put too much in it, so it takes too long to load."
"There is a way to fix that…"
Daniel interrupted, fearing the worst.
"I'm NOT deleting anything. This work IS important…"
"Doctor…I wasn't going to suggest that, even if Colonel O'Neill wants me to. How bout this…I give you what you need to make your computer run faster, then the next time this happens, and I know it will, you try it my way. Deal?"
Daniel thought for a moment, wondering what the tech would suggest, then muttered:
"Deal."
'Oy. Well that's done…what's next.' The sergeant walked out of Daniels Lab and stopped…staring at the next work order. The order was from Colonel O'Neill…he wrote:
|I got angry…and zatted my computer…sorry|
Yes...I know its short...I'll get better at that...I just did'nt want to forget my idea!
J
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The SGC through the eyes of the computer tech…
'Joy…seven work orders today…how can these people do this much to their computers and still have time to go off world? Sigh…why couldn't I have just been assigned to a regular outfit rather than this?' Thoughts about the horrors of the day went through his mind as he walked down the hall to see to the first order of the day.
"Doctor Jackson."
"Sergeant Berg."
"It says here that you need more RAM…you know you already have twice as much as the rest of the base, right?"
"Yes…I know…but I need more…my computer is too slow. The archeology program you made doesn't work anymore. I put too much in it, so it takes too long to load."
"There is a way to fix that…"
Daniel interrupted, fearing the worst.
"I'm NOT deleting anything. This work IS important…"
"Doctor…I wasn't going to suggest that, even if Colonel O'Neill wants me to. How bout this…I give you what you need to make your computer run faster, then the next time this happens, and I know it will, you try it my way. Deal?"
Daniel thought for a moment, wondering what the tech would suggest, then muttered:
"Deal."
'Oy. Well that's done…what's next.' The sergeant walked out of Daniels Lab and stopped…staring at the next work order. The order was from Colonel O'Neill…he wrote:
|I got angry…and zatted my computer…sorry|
